Lost

So apparently, what poetic skills I have, only seem to surface when things are REALLY good or REALLY bad.  This one is no exception.  Another fun poem from my younger days....Enjoy!

Lost

 a poisoned black dagger

embedded in my ignorant spine.

my only strength pours…

from a would unprotected.

a wound thought never to be reopened.

my adversary…

a temptress.

her seduction

warm…

sweet…

bliss.

her annihilation will be my atonement

for listening to unwanted advice.

scintillating nightmares

thin the mist of my past

my protective coat of arms.

her relentless desecration…

an experienced ruse.

my darkest desires

unexpectedly fulfilled.

fantasies dance around me

mocking me.

my shattered glass past

slipping through my bleeding hands…

unmistakably lost.

my true love

devoured by a pack of hungry wolves.

I gasp for control…

long gone.

missing every touch

I listen for spoken words

sounds of a voice seemingly forgotten.

undecided doubts cloud my emotions

scattered on a letter…

unsent.